Unknown Disorder

One morning on the way to the office I saw a banner hanging from a lamp post that said: Unknown Disorder. It made me think of the way I am filled with poetry as I walk… and suddenly I was back in a highschool English class learning the names of figures of speech.

Unknown Disorder

I have an unknown disorder,
a type of poetry.
Susceptible to metaphor,
sometimes, synecdoche.

A simile can be an axe,
but with a sharper blade.
Who takes the part to mean the whole
by words may be betrayed.

A hand in marriage does not mean
a heart and soul for life.
Nor “silver sails all out of the west”
prove ships are just in sight.

The sweetest words need grains of salt;
Don’t take them literally.
Be on your guard for metaphor
and shun synecdoche!

A love affair with color

Whether it’s a watercolor or an iPad drawing, I find I can’t play favorites. No matter what I’m drawing I need ALL the colors.

A love affair with color

A love affair with color
will never leave you sad.
I’ve been with pink, I’ve been with green,
so many hues I’ve had!

Have an orgy mixing shades
but watch out for the grue.
That’s where some cultures see a green
where you and I see blue.

For logic is a butterfly,
a fuzzy one at that.
And all the options multiply,
the closer that you get.

A simple crystal bending light
will make a rainbow grow.
Don’t waste your life in black and white
if you would pleasure know!

Anyone curious about the word ‘grue’, see the works of Nelson Goodman, especially the “new riddle of induction”.
and my best regards to  W.B. Yeats and the Isla Vista underpass.